Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 32

She had nothing to say. She only glared at him with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment.

“I will fulfill anything that Rae–Rae likes,” David said.

“You…” Rachel opened her mouth. She eventually let out a helpless sigh. “Forget it, as long as you’re happy.”

Upon hearing her words, David’s lips curved into a joyful smile. He said, “I came late before and couldn’t accompany you day and night, but from now on. I’m willing to spend the rest of my life with you”

“David, I haven’t agreed yet,” Rachel said.

“I know,” David said as he lowered his gaze and stared at Rachel’s pretty face. The faint blush on her fair cheeks was still visible. “But sooner or later, you will be mine.”

With that simple sentence, Rachel felt the unrestrained arrogance that lay behind it.

A hint of shyness crossed her face. She pushed away the man in front of her and quickly said, “Good night,” before turning around and leaving without looking back.

David stood in place, his gaze falling on the fleeing figure that carried a hint of panic. He lightly smiled.

soon as the door closed, Rachel leaned back against it, still feeling her heart

how to love. Only this man had told her that she

seemed to have given her many choices, but he also invisibly cut off

wanted to take action but ultimately failed to achieve any real impact or result. A deep

bed, staring at the floating night sky outside the window. Her

passed. She

morning light was faint, and all things were

out. She saw Old Mrs. Jones sitting in the living room. She quickly walked over and greeted,

last night?” Old Mrs. Jones asked, her lips curving into a meaningful smile as she scrutinized Rachel with dim eyes. It was as if she was eager to find

hand to tuck a strand of loose hair behind her ear and replied, “I

walked in from outside, his gaze involuntarily

hair was casually curled behind her head. A few strands fell in front of her forehead, giving off a hint of

were exquisitely beautiful. Her almond–shaped eyes shimmered with watery radiance. She was breathtakingly gorgeous. Her

made David scream in his mind. He recalled a line of poetry by a poet describing the beauty

now that you’re back, let’s have dinner,” Old Mrs. Jones said when she noticed David standing at

senses and silently tightened his grip on the small green medicine bottle in his hand before taking a step forward.

taking a seat, David pulled out a chair for her. Rachel smiled

as she sat down, David pushed the chair in a little with a